Ben made his way to the lander and was last in. He nodded curtly to every, his face now fully visible. Those who hadn't seen it before would be greeted by a red lens for an eye and scar tissue around it, along with a beard that had probably lingered a day or two longer than it should of. His hair was slicked back, and shaved to the skin on his sides, and some lines could be seen reaching past his collar indicating tattoo work on his body, but nothing actually prominently visible. 

The ride down wasn't so bad, much smoother than most rides in a Chimera. Ben rubbed his hands together, feeling the leather gloves he was wearing with his real hand. When the ship landed, he would follow Zhevon and the group out. He scanned around, the weight on his sword on his back, and the comforting warmth of his plasma pistol on his ribcage in his hidden holster under his jacket. Ben looked to the skyline, he wasn't too impressed. He had been to the upper hives of Armageddons cities a few times. They were like this. Just, they hadn't spread around a globe like a disease. Ben felt a familiar itch looking at all of it. Gambling was one of Ben's few vices, but they likely wouldn't have time to entice that. As he kept looking at the narrow pathways he saw greenskins running down narrow streets into imperial positions. He wiped the sweat from his brow and dismissed the idea. 

When Zhevon descended, Ben would take the cards given to him, and pocket them. He heard the comments, and followed Stukov and Adrianne. Ben reached into his coat pocket and drew his plasma pistol, and thumbed a rune, prepping it for activation. He left the safety on, and returned it to the holster.